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warnings: just cute and cheesy *gags*. he's so down bad it's disgusting (i need him). fem!reader.
word count: 466
a/n: officially debuting as a base and it's just me furthering my brain rot I've shared earlier w @slytherinshua <33 (you're welcome zanna hehe)
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You sat snugly on your boyfriend's lap, your pout deepening as you tugged the last hair tie free from his hair.
“It’s just… not working,” you grumbled, tossing it onto the pile of defeated hair ties beside you.
Kangsu smiled, unable to help himself.
You didn’t even know how adorable you looked like this, pouting over something like this.
You had begged him earlier with those wide, pleading eyes—“Let me try, I promise I know what I’m doing!”—and he had agreed without a second thought.
And truthfully, there was no universe where he could have said no.
You asked, he gave. That was all there was to it.
Even when you had accidentally yanked a few strands of his hair out, he hadn’t said a word.
How could he, when your nose had scrunched up so sadly?
Honestly, you could pull out every strand of his hair and he’d still let you, if it meant keeping you in his arms like this.
Your fingers combed through his hair again, softer now, and his eyes stayed fixed on your face.
You were close.
Close enough for him to feel your warmth seep through him, close enough to hear the little hums you made under your breath when you concentrated.
Close enough to see that little crease in your brow, that stubborn set of your mouth...
...Did you even realize how much you affected him?
Kangsu’s heart raced, but he masked it easily, tightening his arms around you waist and drawing your even closer.
“Come closer,” he murmured, his calm voice hiding the way his heart pounded in his chest. “it'll be easier that way...”
Your eyes flicked up at him briefly, suspicious. “Mm… or maybe you just want me closer.”
He didn’t even bother to deny it. “That too.”
Your pout faltered, a laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. Kangsu felt something in his chest ease at the sound, warmth spilling through him.
'How is this girl mine?' he thought, staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered. Because, really, you were.
“Maybe you should try something else,” he said gently, brushing his thumb against your hand where it rested at his temple. “I don’t mind being your practice dummy a little longer.”
You huffed. “You’re just saying that because you’re biased.”
“Of course I’m biased,” he replied simply, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m allowed to be. You’re my girlfriend.”
You smiled at that before huffing again, more determined now. “Fine. But this time, it’s actually going to look good.”
Kangsu only nodded, the corners of his mouth tugging upward.
He wasn’t sure about your hairdressing skills but as long as you stayed on his lap, fingers in his hair, he knew he never wanted this moment to end.
Doy is definitely the canon route of the game, his face is on the cover and used in all the marketing. You, a seasoned visual novel player who's seen it all thought you had him all figured out. He'd be some sort of angry tsundere who's mean until halfway through the story. Oh how wrong you were. Doy is the sort of canon love interest who absolutely rocked your world with how much depth he had. He's an engaging love interest-- you only know just enough to keep you playing each chapter, hoping to learn more and more. He's the dependable love interest who's doing everything in his power to help the main character with the problems he faces, and tries to carry all the burdens himself. When you start reaching the end and showing him he can rely on others it's so rewarding, and it motivates you all the more to choose the right dialogue options and gain his trust. Eventually you become a fiend, doing everything to earn enough points to unlock the premium scenes where you can see him in a new light.
Think: Yamato from Psychadelica of the Black Butterfly
𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂
Sangha waltzed into your life like some sort of fae, playfully casting a spell on you with his mischievous sense of humor and warm smile. Sangha was the love interest who brings the main character out of her comfort zone, and dares her to try new things. He makes no attempt to hide his affection for the main character, and loves finding new ways to get reactions out mc. He's the tease route, but he's still an absolute sweetheart and simply wants the main character to have fun and forget life's worries with him. This is the route that's made from spun sugar and leaves you feeling younger and lighter.
Think: Isora from 7scarlet minus the whole "is he a murderer subplot" he wasn't so its okay
𝑶𝒏𝒆
You were not expecting Jiwon to have the chokehold on you like he did, but here you are. Jiwon's the golden boy, the loyal knight, the one who can do no wrong. And yet, his route will have you sobbing anyways. Jiwon will go to bat for you with a smile on his face no matter what. He doesn't just want you to be safe, but happy. He makes sure you eat in the morning and he's always a gentleman, holding doors open for you and sheilding you from the rain with his coat. He's the pure love interest, the one that has you constantly wondering aloud, "how can someone this lovely exist?" He doesn't! He's a 2d animated boy who exists solely in the confines of your Nintendo Switch! But that's okay, because every day, when things get rough, you can open up his route and hear him tell you how everything will be alright bc he's by your side
Think: Alkaid from Lovebrush Chronicles
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒓
Rivr is the textbook mysterious and calm love interest. He seems so mature, so rational, and all you want is to be able to shake up that perfect world and see what he's like on his toes. Rivr is welcoming to everyone, but guarded with his emotions, unless you make the right choices and start gaining enough love points, that is. Something about the main character keeps him coming back for more, he wants to know how you see the world, what you want from life. Eventually you uncover a deep well of emotions, and learn a lot about how to treat people from him. He learns a lot from you as well. His whole route about be about making peace with life and your place in it, and would give players a lot to think about.
Think: Saito from Hakuoki
𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐
Junho's the good ol' childhood friends to lovers route. And yet he's one that even the most ardent detractors of that trope can get behind. You normally don't play childhood friend routes, but he won you over by being the most supportive friend in other routes. Upon playing, Junho quickly becomes your comfort route, one you can play to relax as he and takes the main character to stargaze from rooftops or learn skateboarding from him. He's the gentlest giant and definitely the sort of love interest who is petrified at the idea of confessing. "What if I ruin our friendship!" Increase his love meter to get the rare, sought after ending where he initiates the confession instead of you.
bf!kangsu, who kisses you softly, knowing exactly how to. his plush lips pressed against yours, fit like two puzzle pieces.
bf!kangsu, who takes you out on simple dates. shopping, cafes, anime stores, kpop stores, parks, etc.. whenever the two of you go out, you always make the best of it; rain or shine.
bf!kangsu, who texts you all the time while he's gone. asking how you are, if you need anything, just checking in.
bf!kangsu, who cuddles you in any way possible, holding you tight as if you're grounding him. he needs to be as close as possible to you.
bf!kangsu, who always says the sweetest things with a bright smile on his face. nothing but adoration in his eyes.
bf!kangsu, who loves watching movies and animes with you. he always picks out the best snacks & the perfect films.
bf!kangsu, who always knows how to make you happy. buying your favorite foods and, telling you the sweetest things.
bf!kangsu, who is always touching you. he always has to rest his head in your lap, hold your hand, have a hand in your back pocket; anything will do for him, even intertwined pinkies. he just wants to feel the skin to skin contact.
bf!kangsu, who has many chapsticks. buying flavors that you like, just so you'll kiss him more. just so you will always remember him when you have a sweet, or a fruit.
bf!kangsu, who likes staying in with you. he loves lazy makeout sessions on the couch, in bed, anywhere. as long as you're with him he doesn't mind.
bf!kangsu, who's good with his mouth. talking, finding the right words to say. kissing, kisses that leave you wanting more; chasing his lips.
bf!kangsu, who enjoys making out while you're ontop, or beside him.
bf!kangsu, who's hands run down your sides. he knows what to do to get you riled up, telling you exactly what he wants. he says the dirtiest things so bluntly.
bf!kangsu, knows exactly where to touch you, the right spot to make you cum faster. the exact motion of his hips that'll get you whimpering. the exact spot to bite and suck on your neck, the spot that makes you mewl and arch your back into him.
bf!kangsu, loves missionary. he loves seeing your face. wants to see your face twist up in pleasure as you unravel on his cock.
bf!kangsu, who's favorite pasttime is eating you out. loves the taste of your sopping heat on his tongue. savoring it, sucking you up like you're his last meal.
bf!kangsu who can't make you come just once. he needs to see it multiple times and engrave it into his memories, maybe even his camera roll.
bf!kangsu, who will absolutely wreck you and then yap and blab about the nerdiest shit. talking about his favorite animes and what the characters roles are.
bf!kangsu who will play soft music in the background after you guys settle down. he holds you tight, pressing his face into yours.
a/n : rivrbrainrot pls rivr kiss me. i hope you enjoyed !! <3
(in which you’re most beautiful melody in his life ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 1218 words : fluff + gf!reader : this is literally just me working on my writing, i like how it came out but im open to advice/feedback + reblogs are always appreciated!!
Words sometimes feel so bland when they’re not accompanied by a melody. In many ways, he came to find that that was what you brought to the relationship, a sweet entrancing melody.
It wasn’t imposing, just a subtle sequence of the most beautiful notes. It felt like being lost in a dream, every time he’d set his eyes on you he’d find himself back in that musical paradise. Perhaps it was a spell you had cast on him, one that made everything synthesize with you.
It was always there, from the first time you met on that seemingly unfortunate Sunday morning. The day had yet to begin but it was already going against your favor.
An early morning after an eventful night, making your way home at the peak of the day hoping to stay in your bed for the rest of the day after a good shower. You had it all planned out in your head, but you just had to loose your keys. So you stood there in front of your dorm apartment, head resting against the door, trying to think of a solution but all you could do was doze off.
Once you put yourself to it, it was easy to find the keys. However it wasn’t easy walking all the way back to your friends’ place in the late October rain.
By the time you arrived you were drenched from head to toe, shivering from the autumn chills. You probably couldn’t remember his face when he opened the door to you, a mix of surprise and wonder. “How did you get into such a drastic situation?” was written on his face as he let you into the house, eyes lingering even though he was initially headed out.
Without thinking further about it he followed you in, shutting the door behind him. Your friends must have still been asleep for a stranger to be the one handing you a towel, taking your wet jacket off your body. You tried racking your brain for any memory of his eyes, as yours met his, for less than a second surely but it felt like a moment beyond time. You thought maybe you could remember his hands, that held gently onto you as he sat you down but he was entirely new to you.
Despite the fact that he was unknown to you, every move he made seemed so familiar. There was something so delicate in his allure, you couldn’t help but stare at him as he patted down your wet skin, from your face to your palms.
The feeling was mutual, from the moment he saw you he felt drawn towards you, at first it may have been a friendly gesture but as he got closer the feelings also evolved.
“I feel like you’re going to get sick if you stay in those. I’ll get you some dry clothes from Sangha.” He pulled the corners of the towel on your shoulder, wrapping you in the slight warmth it brought. A smile creeped up on your lips as he turned away walking off to your friend’s room.
It was funny in some way, it felt like he wasn’t supposed to be a stranger to you and yet he was. The more you got to know him the more you hated that he was ever just that.
In that day alone you felt something you had rarely ever felt, even less with a stranger. As you cleaned the house from the damages of the party with the goal of finding your lost keys, you got to know more about him.
“How come we’ve never met?” you looked up at him as you sat on the couch, holding onto the found keys you had been searching for together for the past thirty minutes. He walked over taking a seat beside you, resting his head on the backrest.
“It’s funny right?” He turned over to you with a smile, you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight. Your eyes fluttered as you looked anywhere away from him, you couldn’t even hide your flustered expression as his gaze followed.
Eventually you remembered you needed to get home since you had your keys and so you got up from the couch, blurting out words to excuse yourself without showing that he was the reason you couldn’t stay put.
“I’ll drive you, I have to head out as well.”
So you ended up stuck with him in a car this time, with no emergency exits. He, unlike you enjoyed the feeling you brought him even with the short time you knew each other.
Sitting there in the car with you through the damp roads cleared up the dulled out sound that had been resounding from the moment he opened the door.
It wasn’t a long drive to your place but for some reason it felt longer than walking earlier. You tried to keep your eyes forward towards to road but you never realized when your eyes ended back on him.
In the same way he watched you rest your head on the window, glancing from the road to his side where you were rested. The thought of placing his hand between the glass and your head through the slightly bumpy roads came up often but instead he tightened his grip on the wheel.
Eventually you got to your place, but it was harder to just walk away as you imagined you would do. You sat there for a couple seconds in silence before he spoke up for you.
While you saw the thundering in your heart as a warning sign, he felt it was a song that brought him closer to you, the louder it became the better.
Every step you took together from that morning lead you to this moment where your love for each other exceeds words. Without the melodies those words came with, there was a sort of vacancy waiting to be filled.
It just so happened that every moment spent in your company was the lost symphony that came to fill up all the words spoken. In every glimpse of a wrinkle that came with the bright smile that you wore, a string was plucked resounding an echo of a melodic sequence of notes. Just in that recurring sound he could feel a small buildup, like every fragment of love he had ever felt for you was brought back into his heart.
It always made you laugh, the way your smiles always resulted in a soft kiss. You couldn’t help smiling whenever you were with him, he was one of the only things that felt right in the mess of your life so you’d giggle, grimace, grin, unconsciously waiting for his lips.
The subtle curve that followed the sight of your own, watching him get closer to your face, letting his hands cup your cheeks as he watched your shyness resurface. Shaky eye contact the closer he got till the flutter as your eyes shut close, letting his lips press against yours.
Kissing you was like piecing the puzzle together, maybe that why he did it so often. Pulling you close enough to feel every inch of your body, tasting you delicately making sure to savor every flavor you brought with your beautiful song playing, the complete experience.
Summary: After losing your virginity to Nomad at Lady Marmalade's establishment, you had planned to never see him again. However, Nomad has other plans.
A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Lady Marmalade Writing Challenge organized by @yarnforbrainss. Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyby for beta reading for me. Lady Marmalade banner by @yarnforbrainsains. Moodboard and dividers by me.
Part One
Steve takes a deep breath before knocking on the office door of the lady of the house.
“Come in,” Lady Marmalade calls.
“You wanted to see me?” Steve asks as he walks into the understated room. You would never guess by the decor that it was the office of one of the most notorious madams in the world.
“Have a seat,” she leans back in her chair and studies him as he complies. “You haven’t accepted any clients in two weeks.”
“I needed a break,” Steve says quietly. She says nothing, simply raising an eyebrow until he continues. “My… my last client. She, uh, she was different. I-”
“You felt something.”
“I can’t stop thinking about her,” he confesses, looking down at his hands.
“When I called her-”
“You talked to her?” Steve’s head snaps up.
“Yes,” she says with a curious look, “She said that you were fantastic but that she didn’t think she would be using our services again. It was a one time only thing for her.”
“Oh… I need to see her again. Please. I need her number.”
“You know I can’t do that, Steve. Moving on,” the lady continues in a tone that brooks no refusal, “Do you want to continue here? Several of your clients have requested appointments,” she asks while making notes in her book.
“I can’t. Not until I know-”
“Fine. I’ll pull you off the roster for two weeks. After that, I expect you back or for you to buy out your contract. You’ve been with me long enough to pay the minimum fee with the agreement to not pursue any of my clients. If that’s all,” she stands and motions to the door.
“Is there anything I can say to convince you to give me her phone number?” Steve asks.
“Confidentiality is a requirement of this business. But I wish you the best of luck,” the lady holds her hand out.
Steve shakes it and thanks her again before exiting. As her door closes, he looks at the scrap of paper in his hand. The name of a local coffee shop is scrawled on it and Steve grins. Lady Marmalade was a shrewd business woman but she had a heart.
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Saturday dawned brightly and Steve sat in the coffee shop for the fourth morning in a row. His eyes were drawn to the door everytime the bell tinkled and his diligence was rewarded when you walked in. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. Smiling, you greeted the barista who took your order and then you walked down the counter to wait for your drink. He was frozen in place watching you. You were concentrating on your phone when your name was called. Grabbing your drink, you head to the door. He watches as you walk out and finally snaps out of his stupor. He nearly knocks the table over in his haste to follow you.
“Angelface,” he says from behind you.
You freeze, eyes wide and breath caught in your throat. You thought you’d never hear that voice again. Slowly, you turn around and stare into the beautiful blue eyes that haunt your every dream and fantasy. In disbelief you whisper his name, “Steve.”
“Hi,” Steve falters as he looks at the confusion on your face.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was hoping I’d run into you,” Steve confesses.
“Why? I’m- I’m not coming back. I’m sorry I gave you the impression that I would but… but I can’t.”
Steve stares at you for a second, “Did you feel it, too?”
“What?” you ask in confusion.
“I haven’t taken a client since you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I felt something I’d never felt before. Feelings for you,” he pauses to lick his lips. “Did you feel it, too?”
Your stomach is doing flip-flops listening to him. You were in awe that he had felt something for you. It hadn’t been one sided. The connection you felt hadn’t been just you. You nod.
Steve’s lip quirks, “Words.”
You laugh while feeling like crying from joy, “Yes. Yes, I felt it.”
“Can we go somewhere and talk?”
“Yeah. Yes. Yes, absolutely.”
You found a bench in a quiet corner of a park. He told you about his job, his real job. He was a physical therapist and told you how he came to work for Lady Marmalade. He and his best friend, Bucky, were the only family each other had. They were rabble rousers in their youth until an accident had nearly taken Bucky’s life. He had survived the horrible accident but lost an arm. After helping Bucky through his recovery, Steve had decided to become a physical therapist and Bucky became a counselor. During school, they were drowning in debt and when Steve was approached by a friend about the business, he saw a way out of their financial strains.
“Now, all of our debt is paid off and I have a nice little nest egg. I was planning on giving up my, uh, moonlighting at the end of this year but I’ll give it all up now if you’ll give me a chance,” Steve says, hopefully.
“You would give it up?” you ask tentatively.
“Yes.”
“Because of me?” Incredulity must be written all over your face.
“Because I’ve never reacted to someone the way I did to you. I’ve never felt this connection with anyone. It feels unreal and stupid and crazy but I can’t stop thinking of you. Everytime I close my eyes, I see you. It was the best night of my life. Not just the sex but… the intimacy. I felt like I could talk to you about anything. I’ve never talked and laughed and enjoyed just being with someone like that. Ever… ever,” he whispers the last word in earnest.
“It’s not stupid or crazy. It’s not unreal because I felt, I feel the same way,” you smile.
Steve takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, “Can I take you on a date, Angelface?”
“Yes,” you smile as he kisses your hand with a grin.
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Word Count: 5k
Summary: After fighting alongside Steve in the name of the Accords, you used the chaotic aftermath to slip away and sever ties with the Avengers—attempting to go back to a life of mercenary work and vigilante justice, but what happens when the man in question hires a hitman to kill you?
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A/N: I’m back! I was previously bootypoppinbarnes, but I wanted a bit of a fresh start since it’s been forever that I posted anything. I really hope you like this, I’m a bit out of practice so I tried my best! x
The Parisian streets were misty, littered with cigarette butts and squashed pigeon feces—keeping you that much more inclined to avoid the curb-stomping that no doubt awaited should you make a mistake. With the unknown man attempting to shove your face into the concrete, you knew thinking on your feet wasn’t optional. Bracing yourself on the sidewalk with your forearms, you kicked your dominant leg out behind you. You could feel your foot make contact with the attacker’s knee, throwing off his balance and giving you just enough time to lift yourself off the ground and turn to face him head-on.
He looked unfamiliar; of a hench build with an aggressively sharp set of features. His breathing pattern showed no signs of distress nor pain, even though you knew with your heightened strength and abilities that your kick was by no means weak. It solidified exactly what you’d suspected: that this was no common mugging or random attack.
“Might I suggest a gentler greeting when approaching a lady?” You sneered, raising your eyebrows to provoke him further.
He remained silent, but moved to pull a gun from the holster you’d just spotted on his hip. Realizing you needed to beat him to the punch, you quickly unsheathed the blade that you’d equipped in your boot. Within seconds the weapon was fired, the bullet that he’d aimed for your forehead ricocheted on the vibranium surface of your dagger. Your eyes widened at this man’s efficiency; it screamed of Russian espionage training.
“You sure don’t waste time, do you?” You sighed, feeling extremely inconvenienced on what was supposed to be an uneventful night walk. You liked to stroll around well populated cities deep into the night. On the occasion that a man approached you aggressively or attempted something impure that he would’ve no doubt bestowed upon another unsuspecting woman, you would teach him an unforgettable lesson as an example to both him and any other predator that happened to lurk in the shadows.
But this? This was different. Without much thought, you launched yourself toward the hulking figure, grasping the wrist that was locked in position around the weapon. At the last possible moment, you misdirected the firearm vertically and caused the bullet to fire upward. Taking his momentary surprise as an opportunity, you wrenched the gun from his hand and battered him over the head with it.
He fell backward upon impact, so you quickly removed the ammunition and chucked it down a random alleyway, hearing it clatter in the distance. Two gunshots were already enough to awaken everyone in your general area; and anonymity was imperative to you at the moment.
Before he could move to get up, you placed your foot firmly over his throat, applying just enough pressure to partially cut off his air supply. His breaths were shallow and quick as he moved to grip your ankle with both hands, trying to brace some of the impact on his trachea.
“Considering I’ve never seen you before, I highly doubt that you’re the one with a personal vendetta—” you pressed your foot down harder “—so who the fuck is paying you to do this?”
An ex-Avenger mercenary didn’t exactly fly under the radar in the world of the criminal filth that you’d been making work of; just as you had before being approached by the famous Nick Fury. Your vigilante status had governments uncomfortable—to say the least—so, you assumed that your induction into the Avengers Initiative was more glorified babysitting than anything else.
“Steve” he gasped for air between syllables “Rogers”.
The mention of his name sent a shockwave through you. You’d no doubt this moment would be seared into your memory for the rest of your days. The man you loved more than anyone in the entire world, the only person you’d ever really trusted, and the one you’d been running from since the Accords tore the Avengers apart; that was the one who was trying to kill you?
Your eyes were welling up. Your body was overheating. You could hear your heart frantically beating from your ears. “You’re lying,” you whispered, afraid any louder and your voice would shatter under the pressure of your unshed tears.
The man, now turning a dark shade of red, shook his head as much as your foot would allow, his eyes silently begging you to release him.
“No” he panted. You lifted your foot from his neck, allowing him to take a gulp of air before you knocked him out with your heel. His body went limp, but you knew he’d survive.
You felt as if your entire being was on autopilot. Mechanical movements and eerily calm breathing as your mind raced to find some sort of explanation. It wasn’t public information that you and Steve were lovers. Hell, only select Avengers even knew. No one would know that his name would affect you so deeply. There was no gain for the hitman to lie, nor was there any perceivable reason that it made sense to utter Steve’s name unless it was the truth.
Without even realizing, you were now in front of your hotel room door. The life of an illegal mercenary was actually a pretty lavish one considering your skill set brought quite a few upscale employers when you needed the bills paid. Not to say you only took expensive cases; in fact, you loved helping out the little guys. But you couldn’t say you hated the paychecks that came with the high-rise jobs.
Once you’d unlocked your door and entered the room, you dead bolted it shut, hoping that it’d offer you some sense of security now that the only entity in this world that brought you the feeling of safety was paying to have you killed.
Pride, heartache, and emotional constipation would prevent you from ever telling another soul that you cried yourself to sleep that night.
~
It didn’t take you long to figure out where Steve and his crew were holed up. It seemed that, when they weren’t in Wakanda, they occupied different abandoned HYDRA facilities that had either been ditched previously or they’d cleared out themselves. In retrospect, it was a good idea. Those bases were designed to hide in plain sight—conveniently located, decked out with equipment and amenities, and built like fortresses.
However, lucky for you, your plan didn’t involve sneaking around. In fact, you were feeling rather bold as you’d stopped by a local bar beforehand to guzzle a few glasses of wine to take the edge off. The patrons stared as you downed the glasses in mere gulps, dressed in your mission attire with various blades and clubs situated over your shoulders and miscellaneous other weapons stored out of sight. You knew that the bartender wanted to tell you that such equipment was not allowed in their establishment, but you couldn’t tell if he’d let it go due to fear or pity.
You were now scurrying within the connecting tunnels beneath the city of London. The only access point you could find was through a maintenance door in their underground train tunnels of the tube. And, for the sake of remaining hidden from the public, you had to wait until the early hours of the morning. After slinking your way through the maze of tunnels and ladders, you finally came to a door-vault contraption that looked promising.
Without a second thought, you stuck a bomb to the vault and stepped back, activating it from the launchpad on your arm. Your obstacle was obliterated in mere seconds and you stepped into the fort nonchalantly as the deafening alarms sounded. Your eyes met the barrel of a gun being wielded by one of the fiercest agents you knew, but while her eyes screamed relief at seeing her attacker, your own eyes narrowed accusingly.
“Did you know?” Your voice was so monotone that it sounded unfamiliar to even you.
Natasha Romanoff cocked her head in question. “Know what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me.” You whispered.
“Listen, Y/N. I have no idea what—” You didn’t even let her finish.
“DID YOU KNOW THAT STEVE PLACED A HIT ON ME?” You screamed out at her, immediately losing your cool as your emotions bubbled over.
Her eyes widened as she started to shake her head. “There’s no way he would do that. He loves you, Y/N. You know that.”
“Do I?” You bit back, venom dripping from your voice. She lowered her gun in an attempt to calm you down, but she could see your countenance cracking. Nat could feel the pain radiating off of your body in waves.
Before she had any time to respond, you and Natasha could both hear footsteps pounding, coming closer toward you both before you saw Sam come around the corner to see what all of the commotion was about.
“Y/N?” His confused expression summed up this whole situation perfectly. “What’s going on?”
You were fed up with trying to explain a situation that you yourself couldn’t make sense of, so you just figured you’d cut to the chase.
“Where the fuck is Steve?” You practically hissed through gritted teeth.
He looked to Natasha for confirmation and she gave him a curt nod, so he started to lead you to what you could only assume were Steve’s quarters. The hallways and passages were so vast and confusing that you couldn’t help but wonder where they even ended. If they even ended. Sam didn’t attempt any smalltalk, probably sensing that you weren’t exactly in the mood. So you both trekked through the corridors in silence until you approached a giant metal door. Sam entered a code on the keypad next to it, allowing access into the space.
“He’s probably asleep in his room, but I’m guessing that whatever you have to say can’t wait until morning—” he pointed to the double doors across the foyer-like room of his quarters. “—it’s just through those doors”.
“Thanks, Sam.”
As if feeling your broken heart, he placed a hand on your shoulder before pulling you in for a hug.“We missed you, Y/N,”.
You tried not to cry as you pulled away, offering him a soft nod as you began walking toward the double doors. You heard the door close from behind you as you slowly and quietly approached his bedroom.
You opened the doors gently, the pitch black of his room now illuminated by the low lighting of the entryway. Gingerly, you inched closer to the bed; eager to get a look. While you were blindly furious, you’d still missed him dearly over the past year. His beautiful face seemed angrier with the addition of a beard—or perhaps it was the scowl that he seemed to adorn even in his sleep. He was sleeping flat on his back, which you knew was extremely uncharacteristic of when you’d shared a bed with him. He’d loved to curl up under the blankets and lay freely all over you, his body like a magnet to yours even in his sleep.
He let out a small noise and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to sob, kiss him, or strangle him. You opted for none of the above. However, you still felt it necessary to release some pent-up rage.
You picked up the generic lamp that sat atop his bedside table, ripping the plug from the wall in the process, and hurled it at the wall. The shattering of porcelain dragged Steve out of his slumber, his body bolting upright and his eyes searching the room for the intrusion.
The lovely blue-green of his eyes locked with yours as they widened, but he didn’t have long to take you in before you grabbed the club that was attached to the back of your suit. He ducked as you narrowly missed his head, the club connecting with the wall behind his bed, the sheer force causing a large hole.
He leapt from his spot on the bed, using the object to place distance between the two of you.
“Y/N—” He breathed out in what sounded to be a mixture of relief and stress. “—you’re okay”.
You growled. “What? Upset your little hitman couldn’t get rid of me?”
“Please let me explain—” Steve began inching closer around the bed with his hands up in surrender and his knees bent, as if confronting a spooked doe. “I promise you I can explain”. He was now just a few feet away from you.
After hearing him admit to this heinous act that you were truly hoping to be a lie, you dropped the club with a loud clatter. He stopped in his tracks, realizing that he’d made a mistake. At this point, you were practically seething. You grabbed onto the neckline of his t-shirt and used it to launch his back into the wall, successfully knocking the wind out of him as you trapped him with a dagger to his throat.
“How can you possibly begin to explain that?” Frustrated tears welled up in your eyes. “Why, Steve?” You whispered.
His brows furrowed and his eyes shone with unshed tears of his own. “I knew he wouldn’t be able to kill you”.
“Really, Steve?” You pursed your lips. “ You expect me believe you hired and paid a hitman because he wouldn’t actually be able to kill me? How dumb do you think I am?” Without even realizing, you pressed the dagger harder, causing a bit of blood to fall from the skin of his neck. It didn’t seem to faze him, though, as his full attention was on you.
“I knew you’d never come back to me if I found you.” He sighed. “You’d just run from me again. I tailed you for weeks after the Accords, but you were like a frightened animal. Doing everything in your power to disappear from me.” His voice was thick with sorrow. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch the woman you love desperately doing everything she can to escape you?”
You shook your head frantically. “No, you don’t get to put this on me,” You fought back, unwilling to feel guilt in this argument.
Though your words did nothing to deter him, so he continued. “I know my girl. And the only thing powerful enough to bring my girl back to me is if the fury of the devil’s in her,”.
“So it was your plan to piss me off?” You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The utter shit that he was attempting to feed you. “You think that makes any of this better—that you hired someone to kill me with the intention of making me angry?”
“Baby,” his hands snaked around your hips as he whispered into the silence of the night, your blade still marking his throat as the red molasses dripped from the open wound, “I hired a low-level thug with loose lips who can’t hold a candle to you in a fight—” and he had the audacity to smirk at a moment like this, “—do you really think I was tryna get you killed?”
The feeling of his touch was that of a blaze. It’d been so long since you’d felt the touch of another. Another who wasn’t trying to inflict pain. Another who you cared for, so desperately, so wholly, so helplessly.
The only sound in the noiseless bedroom was that of heavy breathing; two bodies aching for the next motion, neither having any idea what it’d be. Wordlessly, he gripped the handle of the dagger, slowly coaxing it out of your tight knuckles and effortlessly throwing it out of your sight. You could hear it make contact with one of the walls, the sound almost deafening in such a hushed space. His hand immediately went back to its place on your waist.
“Well, you got what you wanted,” You cleared your throat, “I’m here. Now what?” You hated yourself for how quickly your body and soul betrayed you in the name of Steve Rogers. Just a minute ago, your fury could be compared to that of the furthest depths of hell, but one look at his statuesque physique and his nearly palpable morality, and you were nothing but putty in his Adonis-like hands. You had every intention of standing your ground, but you knew Steve. Better than Steve knew Steve. And you knew your man was one of honor—however questionable said honor could be. And Nat was right: you knew he loved you.
You placed your hands on his shoulders, gliding over the fabric of his t-shirt before using one of your hands to yank his new-to-you long hair backward, causing his head to hit the wall. He let out a silent chuckle in response, staring at you with hooded eyes. He groaned lightly, “There she is,”.
Before you knew what was happening, he had you pressed up against the wall; positions swapped in milliseconds. You were pinned in place with his arms wrapped around your waist and his knee between your thighs, nearly lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing. Your chests were pressed together tightly, feeling the constant inflation of breaths. He was everywhere and god, had you missed him. You let out a desperate sob in response, after so many restless nights away from him, starved of any genuine compassion for over a year.
His hands massaged your ass, lightly coaxing it forward to grind against his sweatpant-clad leg, just staring into your eyes, watching you respond to him after so much time apart. You felt pathetic, nearly crying over a dry hump, and yet you were too horny to be anything but shameless with it.
“That’s it, baby—” He gently spoke, watching your face contort with pleasure, “It’s been so long since you’ve ridden your captain’s knee, hasn’t it?” You couldn’t help but nod, already fully under his spell. And although you might’ve not noticed it then, he’d fallen right back under yours happily as ever.
He started unbuckling and unzipping your tactical gear, with you barely registering that your weapons and armor and gear were all falling to the floor. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties, overheating under your clothes. Closer. That was the only thing you could think. How much closer you should be to Steve. “Please take it off,” you whined, almost expecting him to laugh at how distressed your pleas sounded, but he simply obeyed.
He moved his knee out from between your thighs, so he could strip you fully of your suit. Leaving you in nothing but your undergarments, he took a moment to stare at you in all of your glory. Since getting back to your mercenary roots and being forced to live on the run, looking out for yourself, you’d certainly gotten stronger. More agile. Muscular.
As he stared at you, you returned the favor. You looked at his beard and his newly long hair that was slicked back in the most delicious way. How he was holding himself higher in his new role as a Nomad. Forever on the run, assured in his abilities, following no orders. It really suited him. You could tell it’s been good for his self confidence. You pointed to his shirt and flicked your finger, motioning for him to take it off and he so kindly obliged. The trail of hair that disappeared into his sweatpants caused you to press your thighs together, biting your lip sensually.
“You got me to come all the way here just to stare at me?” You egged him on, needing him to make a move.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Sorry, baby—you know I can’t help myself,” he winked at you, before enclosing you in his warmth and pulling you into the first real kiss you’d had since Germany. You were so lost in each other, pouring everything you’d felt in the past year out of your own soul and into his. How much you’d missed him, how inadequate you’d felt among the Avengers, how you never wanted to leave him, but your mind wouldn’t stop telling you that you had no choice. You were drowning in the most sinfully angelic way. The dark and light within you were in perfect harmony whenever you were with him. He moved his lips down to your jaw, nipping and sucking on your differing pressure points that he still hadn’t forgotten. The newly added, yet delectable scratch of his beard had you coiled even tighter.
He started to growl out words in between marking up your neck. “Please don’t fucking leave me ever again,” His nails dug into the flesh of your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. “I’ll suffocate without you. God, all I wanted was to help you and I couldn’t fucking do anything.” He smacked your ass to annunciate his words and you let out a squeak in response, somehow feeling even more aroused than you already were.
“Never again,” you whimpered out as he nibbled on your earlobe, skimming over the fabric of your panties with his deft fingertips, “I love you,” and you really meant it as you pulled at the roots of his hair, massaging his scalp.
Without any warning, he picked you up and threw you on the bed, grabbing your ankle and dragging you to the edge. As he walked closer to you, you were eye-level with his waist, so you mindlessly pulled down his loose, raggedy sweatpants to reveal his aching cock. Your pupils dilated at the sight and you pulled him closer to you by his hips. You noticed that, in growing out his facial hair and the hair on top of his head grow out, he’d also allowed his pubic hair to grow a bit too. Nothing forest-like, but enough to exhilarate you.
Shocking him, you enveloped his member between your lips, not stopping until it reached the back of your throat and nearly gagged you, but fuck, you’d never needed anything more in your life. He let out the most carnal noises as he gently brushed your hair away from your face.
You began to suck up and down his shaft, using your fist to cover the surface area that your throat couldn’t handle, sometimes deviating your hand movements to fondle his balls. You would focus your attention on the tip for a few seconds before bottoming out once again before you formed a rhythm in your head. He tasted delectable, his thickness filling your throat and intoxicating your senses.
“Holy mother of god, baby—look at’chu,” he whined as you stared up into his eyes as your lips closed around the tip of his leaking cock. “You’re amazing”.
Your heart swelled as he looked at you with such desire, urging you to give him even more. Lifting his cock, you placed your mouth around his balls, making them messy with your spit and massaging them with your free hand as your other pumped him above you. You could see his legs shaking as his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, the v of his torso flexing in an effort to hold himself still. The sounds coming out of your mouth were loud, dirty, and orchestral, your moans emitting a vibration throughout his member that added to the significant pleasure he was feeling.
You could tell he was close and, although you certainly wanted to have sex with him, you felt like this action was even more intimate. To get to watch him completely relax and just feel without any expectation. Without any distractions, you could just see your lover combust, so you made an executive decision. He was going to come down your throat.
Still paying attention to fondling his balls with your hands, you once again latched your mouth onto his cock, focusing on the tip but still managing a rhythm of dirty slurping and consistent motions. He started to pull lightly on your hair in warning, but with one look up at him, he knew what your intentions were and who was he to deny you?
“Jesus, your mouth feels incredible. I love you so much,” he babbled as he watched you take him so well, “Missed you so fuckin’ much, baby,”.
With endless whispers of I’m there, Steve came down your throat and you swallowed every last drop, only a minuscule amount escaping the corner of your mouth. And while keeping eye contact with him, you swiped at it with your thumb and sucked it right off as he groaned, looking thoroughly fucked out.
You giggled.
“Holy fuck, what the hell did I do to deserve you?” He gently caressed under your jaw as he looked down at you.
Lifting up your leg, you lightly pushed him back a few steps away from the bed. You were grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Nothing yet,” you scooted back on the bed, propping your head up against the pillows. Starting to make yourself comfortable, you unhooked your bra and tossed it across the room, pretending to ignore him as his eyes practically burned a whole in your tits. You laid back, opening your legs with your knees bent and your feet planted on the bed. “But you can get to work,” you winked at him as his jaw dropped. The only thing covering up your perfect body was your lacy panties as you displayed yourself for him.
Steve approached the bed, staring right into your eyes, his gaze never wavering. He lifted your right leg and kissed the skin of your calf, using his hands to lightly tickle your skin and inciting goosebumps, making it even more sensitive. He slowly started kissing his way up to your thigh and eventually came to the edge of your panties. Steve took a moment to stare at your underwear, now soaked through and moved his thumb to massage the area where he knew your bundle of nerves was located.
Since it was the first time your clit had been fully stimulated that evening, you felt your back arch in response and he almost grinned, eager to please you in any way he could. After he circled your bud for a few moments, the time for teasing was over. So he lifted both of your legs up and pulled your underwear off, tossing it carelessly across the room.
Dropping down to the bed and laying stomach-down on the mattress, he lifted your knees to lay comfortably on his shoulders and licked from your perineum up to your clit as your knees closed tighter around his head. He chuckled into your dripping center at the thought of wearing your legs like earmuffs. Easily his favorite fashion statement.
“Are you laughing at me?” You flicked his forehead in annoyance at the idea of him laughing at your most vulnerable parts.
“Quite the opposite, baby,” he placed a quick kiss to your clit before continuing, “just admiring my girl’s pretty pussy. It’s been too long since I ate it,”.
Waiting for no response, he immediately dove back in, alternating between sucking your clit and and offering long, languid strokes of his tongue. He was eager and messy with it, his face nearly covered in your juices as he slurped, suckled, and moaned into your aching core. You tried to control yourself and he could feel your body fighting with itself, and oh no, that simply wouldn’t do.
Coming up for a quick breath of air, Steve smirked, “C’mon, baby—you know you don’t hav’ta hold back,” his voice was so deep and gruff, the lust proving to be quite the drug, “grind that pretty little cunt all over my face if that’s what you wanna do,”.
Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. Your boyfriend was sinfully skillful with his mouth—both in cunnilingus and dirty talk—so you had no choice but to obey. Legs tightening, back arching, and body losing control in the search for pleasure. Once Steve added his fingers to the mix, it was practically over for you.
You could feel yourself nearly approaching the edge, so you told Steve as much. He grinned, a diabolical idea popping into his sex-clouded brain. Keeping his tight grip around both of your thighs, he flipped you both over, so you were now situated with your thighs on either side of his face on the bed, offering him a totally new angle in which to devour you.
His mouth was still gladly enveloped around your clit as he reentered you with his fingers, slowly fucking them in and out of your entrance, encouraging you to grind yourself down onto his fingers and his face. And he was happily taking all of it.
“Shit, Steve—I’m gonna come,” your actions weren’t thought out or calculated—they were simply animalistic and greedy. “Please don’t stop,”.
He removed his fingers from your pussy, now using both of his hands to pull you down, closer, to his face, letting you ride out your bliss as he happily slurped it all down.
You felt like you were surrounded by white noise as you climbed off of his face and fell back onto the bed, your head hitting the pillows completely by chance. You both faced each other. You stared at him and he stared at you. You intertwined your fingers with his, smoothing your thumb over the skin of his knuckles.
“I’m sorry I ran, Steve,” your eyelashes fluttered in an effort to avoid the waterworks. “I just felt so out of place with the Avengers. And once everything in Germany went down, I just spooked; felt like maybe nobody in the big world of superheroes needed a mercenary,”.
His eyebrows furrowed as he lifted your hand up to his lips, kissing your palm. “Well, lucky for you, this isn’t the Avengers anymore. And even if it was, you’d belong there just as much as everybody else,”.
He pulled you closer, hugging you to his chest. “And I needed that mercenary that you’re bad-mouthing, so watch it with the insults—I don’t take too kindly to people insultin’ my girl. Even if it is my girl,”.
You let out a watery chuckle and snuggled even closer. You were home and you were safe. And no matter how nomadic your home had become, you’d still always find your way back.
A/N: I am back from the dead! I was previously bootypoppinbarnes, but I decided to change my user for a bit of a fresh start considering I might attempt writing fics for characters outside of the MCU (shocking, i know). It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything or posted anything, so please be gentle with me. Also I’m a total harlot for any sort of feedback, so I’d be honored if you so choose to give me any! Happy new decade, babies!
also I know I had a tag list before my long hiatus, but I figured I’d start fresh considering I had no idea if anyone would actually be interested in my writing, but if you find yourself wanting to be notified of my writing, just lemme know! much love, g x
